To be still is not my style,
and I have been dormant,
for a while
A few minutes
more of stillness,
to ask of me,
it’s not fair
It’s a crime to let this passion
wither away
So give me a beginning now,
talk to me while you can,
in whichever direction your heart wants to,
run
wage a war on deceitful plans
Spirit of Tara 